I walked behind James into the kitchen. I wasn't sure what to expect; I just knew that I was ready to try anything. A middle aged woman sat at the table next to Janet. She looked normal enough; much better than any images conjured up in my imagination. There was no broomstick and the black, pointy hat was missing. Furthermore, she was pleasant to look at. She appeared to be studying me just as much as I was studying her. I felt something probing gently and realized it was the witch. I pushed her out, quite aggressively and growled. "That was rude." She just smiled slightly. She wasn't fazed by my anger. "I'm sorry, dear. I just wanted to see how sensitive you are. I didn't mean anything by it." I crossed my arms and glared. "Next time, ask. I'm tired of people trying to probe me or take co
